A lament

In the midst of a struggle

 in the mist of devouring blackness

I find myself crying out to You

I want to worship

 My heart desires something deeper something more profound and yet

I am here on the shores of your presence with a broken canoe

The desire to set forth,

to bring something new to pass

 bursts and burns my soul

I want to explore

to feel Your spirit on my face to taste the salt of Your refreshing  and yet

I am here on the shores of your presence with a broken canoe

At times though

the pollution overwhelms

my paddle slips my feeble grasp

disappearing in the dark

and I sit on the shores of your presence facing  a broken canoe.

Cris Jubb 10/4/15